His aft-applauded “Nichts wi’ Burns”
Will ne’er forgotten be.
Ye gentle maids! a tribute pay
Frae ’mang your Western bowers,
An’ strew the minstrel’s lowly grave
Wi’ summer’s balmy flowers!
Then rest thee, minstrel! Tho’ thy harp
Can noo nae mair be found,
The lovers o’ auld Scotia’s sangs
Can ne’er forget its sound!